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For more witty banter like the above, you should really be going to http://www.drewbeatty.com

Why? Because that is the new hotness. Yes, that is where I will be dropping loads of pearls of words of letters, like the ones above, and below, but there I will use my “A” material, unlike the tired slang from yesteryear that adorns these pages.

So, http://www.drewbeatty.com . It’s a happy place, a place for you and me, to learn, and grow, together. See you there!

Here is Talking with Tots, episode two. It’s a little bit longer, and Tarquin was in a tiny bit of a contradictory mood for the recording, but nevertheless, here it is:

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So, as if I don’t have enough to do these days, I decided a great idea would be to record conversations with my children, Tarquin, aged two years, and Ephraim, aged 8 months. Tarquin enjoyed the process immensely, and insisted on having his own microphone. After finding an old one I no longer use, we were able to continue the recording session. Tarquin then ran around, interviewing him mom while she was feeding Ephraim. The last thing he said to my while I tucked him in was “Where’s my microphone?”

So, the next generation of podcasters is already working.

The music I used is “To Be an Angel”, from Uncle Seth. They are good people, check them out.

My Great Uncle Cyrill (Cy) Yarnell is an interesting man. Brother of my grandfather, uncle to my mom, he has lived a more interesting life than most men of his generation, and considering the fact that he is 87 years old, that is saying a lot. He was a fighter pilot, fighting in the war in Italy, North Africa, and Germany. He retired in 1975, shortly after I was BORN, but I am fairly certain he is still busier than I am. He travels the world as an ambassador for Canada’s air force, and gives stirring speeches about the role of the military. He is an equitable man, and is not mired in the past. Remembrance day to him is not simply remembering his good old days, but thinking about the here and now, the men and women who still are fighting.

He gave a speech today at my father’s church (yes, my father is an Anglican minister, some people are raising their eyebrows at that), and I was thrilled to be present. I am not a fan of the military-industrial complex, I have concerns over the reasons we go to war, but I am still thankful for people like Cy Yarnell.

The audio quality is not the best, I was just recording from my personal camera. Also, the baby you hear crying on occasion is mine. He is very cute.

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Cy Yarnell’s Remembrance Day Speech – St. James Humber Bay, 2007

So, yesterday I caught up with the soulmate to QT’s Death Proof, Planet Terror. While I will not make any effort to deconstruct it in the same way I did Death Proff, I will say this: What a waste of my time. I wnet in with the understanding that this was supposed to be the better, stronger half of the Grindhouse double feature, and I suppose, in a way, it was. The characters were generally more compelling, especially Jeff Fahey and Michael Biehn playing a pair of Texas brothers, one the Sherrif, the other the local BBQ champ wannabe. They brought a spark to the film, even more so when they were sharing screen time. Freddy Rodriguez was also excellent, playing against his Six Feet Under persona as a gunslinging hero type. The movie had a few moments that made me smile, and there was possibly, just possibly a good movie in there somewhere, but it was not realized. It was just really gross. I mean, really, just disgusting.

Again, let me say that I am no stranger to gorey horror film material.  I watched many gross, nasty, bilious films in my day, but this was just really disgusting. Almost unwatchably so. It wasn’t just over the top sicko humour, such as can be found in something like Evil Dead: The Musical, this was just horribly, horribly ill.

Overall, I have wasted almost four hours of my life on Grindhouse, and about ten bucks. That really sucks.

So, as amazing as this might sound considering how long that last post is, I actually had more I wanted to talk about, but I had to edit things down. Also, I was in a bit of a hurry since the season premier of Heroes was on last night, and I didn’t want to miss it.  So, here are some things that I cut out of Psycho VS. Deathproof:

1. I remember in university a professor talking about how amazing it was to be coming of age in the sixties and early seventies, with all the amazing films being made at the time. I wondered then if he was aware that we all felt the same way about the films that we were growing up with. Even today, although I have great respect for all of the groundbreaking work done by the French New Wave, Felini, and all of those amazing directors of that era, I still feel drawn to the films that I came of age with. I imagine the same is true from generation to generation.

2. People might wonder if I just didn’t get the idea behind the “Grindhouse” films. Could I have missed the point? Well, in a word, no. Throughout high school and into university I was a regular host of “B Movie Nights,” in which a group of my friends would get together to watch a variety of substandard films. The quality would range from the outright campy “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes” to the surprisingly creepy “Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things” and everything in between. Although I didn’t watch these films in their first run at a drive through, I am well versed in the films QT was referencing. I got it, I just didn’t like it.

3. I really wanted to include the phrase “masturbatory, overindulgent piece of dung”, but I just couldn’t fit it in. This would be in reference to Death Proof, not Psycho.

4.  I did want to mention that Zoe Bell, stuntwoman turned actor for this film was a little bit of awesome. She added a spark that was otherwise wholly absent.

I’m sure there are other things I missed, and I hope I didn’t go on too freaking long, but man, that movie just bugged me.

We can now return to the regularly scheduled nonsence that makes up this blog. Occasionally.